Meet the Fuzzies

Jasmine	Jasmine is a 5 year old sable female, my little princess. She has the strangest story. I worked at a local pet shop and everyone new I loved ferrets, I even had a bumper sticker on the back of my car that proclaimed it to the world;).One evening I was driving home from work with my roomate and this guy started following us. We got back to our apartment complex and he pulled in right behind me. Needless to say my roomie and I were a little nervous when the guy got out of his car and came to my window.I rolled it down and he told me that he had seen my bumper sticker and followed me home because he had a little female ferret that he needed to find a home for. We talked for a while and it turned out that he was going to have to be working out of state for the next four months for school and then when he got back he wuld be in housing that didn't allow animals. I told him to bring her on over and we would see what we could work out. I thought at least if she didn't get along with my babies I could find her a good home. That didn't turn out to be a problem. She was absolutely beautiful, and except for fleas, in great health. At that point she was 3 yrs old which would make her the oldest of my fuzzies. The man and his fiance loved Jasmine so much and it was hard to watch them have to give her up but I assured them that she would have lots of brothers and sisters to play with and she would be well taken care of. I like to think that I've lived up to that promise so far.
Amor	Amor is my sweetest most lovable...not to mention fattest fuzzy;) He is a 3 year old male silver-mitt and his name pretty much sums him up, LOVE. Amor actually came into my life as a gift for my roomate. At the time I had an older male named Elvis and a female named Seraph. My roomate adored them and I decided to get her a baby for her birthday.We went to the local pet store and fell in love with this cute little bundle of fluff. Amor was the first baby I had ever had and he certainly taught me lots with those sharp little baby fangs. All in all Amor is nothing but a lover. He is one of those ferrets who loves to cause trouble but can't quite manage to summon the energy;)His nickname is fatboy and he certainly live up to it. He'd much rather lay across your feet or find a nice warm blanket to curl up under than cause mischief. Not that he doesn't cause his fair share of trouble, I mean he is a ferret after all...
Count	Count is a 3 year old male, chocolate, Hence the name Count Chocula, but I just call him Count, amongst many other ferrety nicknames;)Count came along a month after Amor, I mean Amor needed a baby ferret friend, you know how it is;) So home came Count and what a difference!! Count was a scrapper from the beginning he played rough, I mean ROUGH. Those little teeth would get you and hang on. Elvis, my oldest ferret who was pushing 8 years old at the time didn't take long to lay down the law, Count learned to stay away from him in no time at all. Poor Amor was growing by leaps and bounds and still got his little ferret butt kicked by Count on a regular basis. He was a hellion and I was worried that he wasn't going to grow out of it. The change came after an incident with a friends cat. Count got his eye scratched, he didn't even cry he was so tough, but I know it scared him to death. He curled up in my arms and just cuddled for the longest time. His eye healed over time but he was left at least partially blind in that eye, a little cloudy blue patch left from where the scratch healed.Count never played as rough after that, well at least not with people, he was very good about not biting, but he was still my toughest ferret when it came to ferret wrestling. Count is the ringleader of the group, always causing trouble, jumping, climbing, digging his way into whatever kind of mischief he can find. He does his best to make sure that no glass items remain unbroken and everything on the bedside table ends up on the floor.And he's quite proud of himself I might add:)
Yeti	Yeti is a big fluffy albino male, and my youngest fuzzy at 2 years old. Yeti came to me after he was returned to the pet store I worked at. I always knew the babies I sold and he came back to me crying with that little baby ferret grunt, and he wouldn't stop. the guy who had bought Yeti said he had been like that the whole time. I took Yeti to our store vet and she said that there wasn othing physically wrong with him. Looking back on things now I think he was suffering from seperation anxiety which happens to young ferrets more often than people realize. Since he had been returned and we weren't positive he didn't have something permanently wrong with him my manager told me to go ahead and take him home. For a time he stayed with my roomate's brother, but when I found out I was moving he gave Yeti back to me because he didnt' really want to care for him. i gladly took him and I have yet to regret it. He loves to play and cuddle and follows me everywhere when he is out. He isn't quite as rough as Count but he does his best to cause trouble, and his best is pretty good;)